There are less than 12 hours left of winter now, and it is in these waning moments of the most harsh of seasons that I grow a bit whistful.
March has indeed been a march!
First, I would like to take responsibility for antagonizing Old Man Winter, back in February, and causing him to really give New England a wintry thrashing these past several weeks. It has all been my fault. No snowstorm better demonstrated Old Man Winter returning to top form better than the record setting blizzard of February 9-10. After that, there were light snowfalls, but my winter hat goes off for the sneak attack of March 8th, during which the Old Man dumped an unexpected foot of snow on the region just in time for the morning rush hour. That one was really depressing. The forecasters missed the call entirely. I found myself late for work and snow-blowing the driveway all pissed off and wearing a neck-tie. Great start to the day.
Today’s weather on the last full day of winter was fittingly terrible. We awoke to a 8 inches of snow that needed blowing before work. The rest of the day was gale force winds with alternating snow and freezing rain. A real mess.
And now spring is hours away, at least astronomical spring. It will still be a few weeks before pleasant weather becomes the norm.
But after this nasty winter weather, how can April possibly be the cruelest month?
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